The Spare Wife (Abigail Quinn and Sean Graham) novel Chapter 634

Chapter 634 Desperate Measures 

The smile on Sean’s lips gradually faded. “Even if you don’t care, I won’t easily forgive myself. What happened between you and me, and me saving Luna from the Golden Triangle, are two separate 

matters,” he said, 

His words made Abigail feel a little embarrassed, and after obtaining the medicine, she took him home. The Pearsons had hired a new servant, but she didn’t trust them and went to the kitchen to prepare the medicine for Sean herself. 

When Sean heard that he had to take these medicines for a long time, he couldn’t believe it. “Won’t I get poisoned if I take too much medicine?” 

“You’ll need to see a doctor later. Just take one course of treatment for now,” Abigail said seriously, sitting in front of the pot. 

Sean nodded. He wasn’t afraid of taking medicine, but the taste was a bit unpleasant. “Do you fear that I will die?” he suddenly asked. 

Abigail looked at the mist rising from the pot and spoke calmly. “If you die, I will feel guilty for the rest of my life.” 

Sean sighed. “I wish you would say that you fear my death because you love me.” 

Pursing her lips. Abigail remained silent, not expecting him to say these things. Sean turned and went back to the living room. Just as he lay down on the couch, Vincent and Martha rushed in. “How dare you stay here?! Where is Abigail?!” 

Sean looked at them coldly. “Is Molly critically ill and almost dying?” 

Vincent was furious. “Are you even human?” 

“Am I a monster if not human?” Sean snapped nonchalantly. 

Abigail came out of the kitchen and stared at Martha and Vincent with a cold expression. “What’s going on?” 

“You’ve made Old Mrs. Pearson seriously ill with anger, and you’re asking why?” Martha accused her as soon as she spoke. 

“So what?” Abigail calmly retorted. Before she could continue, a large group of reporters rushed in and started taking pictures of her face. 

“Alana, is it true that you were disrespectful to an octogenarian for the sake of the inheritance?” 

“Did Sean Graham mean his words? Why would you treat your grandmother like this?” 

“Alana, can you explain why the Old Mrs. Pearson became seriously ill and was hospitalized after you returned home?” 

Facing the reporters, Abigail showed no signs of panic on her face. She looked at the camera and said to the surrounding servants. “What are you all standing around for? Get rid of these uninvited people” 

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After speaking, she turned and walked toward the kitchen. 

At this moment, Martha suddenly shouted angrily, “You’ve driven your grandmother to the hospital. Don’t you feel any guilt?” 

“Grandmother? My grandmother’s last name is Quinn. How many times do you want me to say it?” Abigail looked at Martha. “Instead of trying to tarnish my reputation by having these low-class media intrude into my home, you should think about what to do about your fraudulent activities.” 

She knew that there must be reporters among them who were live-streaming. All things said, if she just brought up their fraudulent activities, it would be enough to prevent them from gaining the upper hand. 

“The nonsense you’re spouting is useless. You’re just making excuses to justify your actions!” Martha continued. 

Abigail glowered at her with indifference in her eyes. “If you don’t know about the annual reports of L.Moon and Fairy Meadow, you can look them up online. Based on the monthly taxes paid by these two companies, you can calculate how much I earn and then talk about me coveting the Pearsons’ wealth.” 

Sean chuckled from the side. “Exactly, is the Pearsons’ unnoticeable wealth worth fighting over?” 

The Pearsons’ estate was massive, but there were many people sharing the dividends. 

In contrast, how many people were sharing the money earned by Abigail’s L.Moon and Fairy Meadow? The money she ultimately received was split equally between her and Luna. Not to mention, she had her own media account that was also making money, so the Pearsons’ money wasn’t much. 

“Would anyone complain about having too much money?!” Martha asked again. 

Abigail replied, “Of course not, but I only make money with a clear conscience, unlike you, who make money by any means necessary.” 

“If you don’t leave now, we’ll call the police.” Suddenly, Sean’s face turned cold.